HIDDEN WIFE
Spending the Rest of Age With You
Jeff opened the car door with a crumpled face, even the tall man was reluctant to smile now. It is like a withered flower in the dry season. Very somber and stiff.
“Thank you yes, Jeff!” lula said while pinning a bag on her shoulder. “You just go home. I'll go home with Dirga.”
“Yakin, Mom?” It's like Jeff wouldn't leave that woman.
“Iya, sure. Thank you for bothering to pick me up.”
“Good, Mom. No problem,” replied Jeff lethargic.
Two women in uniform looked welcome. Jeff can only stare at Lula's back nanar that is getting away and disappear behind a door. He is very frustrated now. Even innocent car tires are the target of his expensive shoe kick.
How is apes today?!
“Again Mentari did not have a girlfriend and no man proposed to her yet. So if Mas Dirga proposed to Mentari, no one would mind.” Lula's words were still imprinted in his memory.
Jeff grabbed his hair. “I have to move quickly before being stabbed Mr. Dirga.”
Not wanting to buy time, the man immediately drove the car away from the restaurant. A song called 'She Belongs to Me' from Yovie And Nuno accompanies her annoying journey.
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Behind the turmoil of Jeff Abraham, there was a laughter echoed in a private room of a luxury restaurant. I don't know which demon possessed the soul of the couple, which obviously they were very satisfied after successfully pranking the assistant.
“How can you think of trying to insult Jeff? Poor to know, Mas!” lula said after being able to muffle her laughter.
“Salah himself talk of Allan. I just work.”
“Continue this Jeff want what about?”
“Definitely to the jewelry store buy a ring to propose to the Mentari.” Dirga rubbed the wet end of her eyes from laughing. “She eventually single so stiff.”
“Not much different from you. Do you not feel stiff?” A scathing satire was just aired Lula who managed to silence her husband.
“Sorry, Dear.” The mainstay move had come out, then Lula could only take a deep breath.
Some waitresses came with a food trolley, which they then served to the table. Romantic dinner with the theme candle light dinner is a beautiful surprise that Dirga wants to present to his wife's sir it—with the violin as a complement.
"You like steak, don't you?" Dirga looked at his wife who looked more beautiful with dim lighting.
"I cut the meat here." He grabbed the plate and cut the meat to small lengths.
Dinner went by with some small talk. Both Dirga and Lula really enjoyed being together tonight. Because this is the first date in the history of their household.
Dirga grabbed the fingers of the woman sitting next to her, which made Lula's face red when her husband's lips touched the back of her hand.
"Thank you for dressing up so pretty tonight. You're really trying, like," said Dirga spontaneously.
"You asked me to dance as beautiful as possible."
"Yes, anyway." The two eyes meet again. A gaze that seemed capable of implying the feelings of both. "Lula, there's something I want to say."
Lula remained silent. His feelings suddenly warmed. The tight grip and gaze of her husband made her heart flutter.
“Will you marry me officially and start everything from scratch?” Without saying much, a diamond ring he pinned on the woman's ring finger.
Lula looked at him fixedly. “Before I answer, can I ask you something?”
“Bby. Just ask.”
“Do you love me?”
That question left Dirga speechless for a moment. If asked about love, he did not understand what feelings he had for his wife. “You want the answer to be honest?”
“If honest is better why should be happy with lies?”
Dirga took a breath and replied, “If you ask about love, I honestly don't know. I once thought loving someone turned out to be just a piece of guilt.”
“If you don't love me, then what's the reason you want to officially marry me?”
"I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't really know what love is. All I know is, right now I'm comfortable with you and not interested in anything else."
An honest answer that carved a smile on Lula's lips.
"On love ... she will grow as time goes by, because she is used to it, until she finally feels like she needs each other?”
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